They say the scent begins in bloom,
But I have felt it in the fold–
where petals hide, and shadows loom,
not where the colour are bold.
It lives between the bloom and bruise,
a hush the sunlight doesn't see.
It stays with those who never choose,
to shine, but still learn how to be.
I found it's centre, soft and small–
and there, I heard my own soul call.
~hita~
Mysteries Dream vision mysteries seem to float soul.
So every ever inside just ah just calmed down in a quiet
refreshed mind of frame sound
the the dawn tone rest for the weary
Soul meet.
So Soul meet any suggestions that is all
Are were is known mysteries do unfold and
and and radiate good words sent to good words
Like our Father says it is good yes the soul
trembles in that truth and if you only believe.
Why not! soul meet. not mate soul one soul meet
alive alert in jubille amazed in wonder
whisper loving love was awaken by ah ah.
mysterious feelings soul felt the wave
kissed the breeze looking up it is good.
This will be be a a good story
my once upon a time wow! lol we.
And we all that was in that vision woke up laughing.
Oh ! what Joy!
In that dream and in the morning light.
Foundation.
Do you have a twin flame you are bound to look for and love, searching over many lifetimes?
Title:
Soul Searching
(A lone voice whispers)
I used to search everywhere, but now I just travel North
To somewhere in the US
In the middle of a small city
Stand on a windowsill I finally found and watch
Watch my twin flame
Called Mary Jane
Dancing and listening to her favourite vintage Motown music
Sometimes, I appear as a House sparrow or a yellow butterfly
Just watching and waiting until we are reunited again
But I know our memories will be wiped before we take human form, to make our search more interesting
So my last line is:
If you see a bird or butterfly watching you
It could be your soulmate hunting
Who's been searching for you through time
After its bell
This time around, has finally been chimed.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Sitting attentively on a rickety park bench
My thoughts as deep as an ocean trench
People scurrying aimlessly with their daily lives
In time they’ll fade too, into the archives
I notice a young family, a dog and a cat
After they draw a last breath, what awaits after that?
Billions departed throughout the lineage of man
Bygone times, forgotten lives; been quite the span.
What is the meaning of life in this place?
Why have some never shared a loving embrace?
How many souls have meandered here?
Each with their own struggles to persevere
Who makes it to heaven and who does not?
Will some scorch in hellfire in flames molten hot?
Are we amid a spiritual war for our soul?
The weight of such questions takes its toll
I hope that together, we make it in the end
To a realm without fear, where we joyfully ascend
The righteous, the tainted, and all in between
In a land of eternal peace, pure and serene
Within every writer's soul
is an untold role,
rolling along the shadows,
secretly, desperately seeking
the glow above the darkness
that gave it life in the first place
Deep cleansing of the soul to find your priorities
Every morning, when I walk under my cherry trees,
There is soothing breeze which awakens my senses,
The flash back of life events roll before my eyes,
I am sent in soul searching and search for the meaning of life,
Long ago, I came to USA with a suitcase full of clothes,
A few dollars which government allowed, lasted only half a month,
Tearfully I had to take a loan, with lot of hesitation,
Loan office quipped, “If you are not in debt, you are not an American”.
Years passed, took many loans, paid many,
Worked hard, made some money,
Family flourished, till all moved,
Now I am in an empty nest.
Now I get kissed daily by,
The passing breeze of awakening,
What good is life if it does not help anyone,
Needy need food, money to educate, keep them healthy.
When I sponsor few needy students to go thru college,
I am not helping just one, but generations to come,
When hungry get food, they become strong and get ready to work,
When sick gets better, their whole life sees wonderful future.
As for awakening, I am moving away from selfish life,
Wrapping up my earthly belongings,
Readying my one suitcase,
Never know when the call comes to leave the world.
What do I know of soul?
Nothing but its close conspiracy with death
As the soul disconnects and flies when we die.
The world's soul can be seen in the clouds,
And death looms and hovers high
Over this tumbling clod of earth.
I also see the wind in the clouds
And hear the floating truth the wind conveys.
The world is a Barnum and Bailey hoax,
An elaborate deception.
Does not the earth look flat?
Does not the sun appear to rise and set?
We are but a mere handful of dust
Thrown into the face of the wind.
That may or may not be soul,
But it sifts us along, anyway,
Like the silt of destinies.
No one is accountable for the accident of his birth,
Although he may be for the untimeliness of his death.
Life is a great chaotic secret,
And we are merely ignorant
Searching souls in constant cosmic disarray.
Author's note: We are all ordinary. What is extraordinary is that so many of us ignore what few strengths lie within us as we try to live with and around our flaws. "Soul" is an imprecise term, or so it seems to me. "Mystery", perhaps, has the advantage of a more precise application.
Peeling away the onion
uncovering another layer
Brings a tear to my eye
can just about bear
keep stripping back
trying not to stare
I sneak a little peep
find I’m almost there
then come the floods
my soul’s laid bare
All that remains
is pungent despair
It's okay to say No
If you're not ready for something new
If you're questioning and confused
If you are unsure or if you hesitate
It's okay to say No
While you're moving forward
If you have to take a step back and pause
Or wrestle
Or revisit
It's okay to say No
If your feelings are causing you to contemplate
And you need to clarify your intentions
Check in with your conscience
Re-evaluate or reconsider
It's okay to say No
If your heart is craving excitement, but yet you feel torn
And alarm bells are going off in your head
No matter how quiet
It's OK to say No
July 23, 2020
I write for me and sanity
poetry my liberty
I bleed on virgin pages
history lost to transcending ages
of love and life I often write
questioning wrong from right
pensively in reflection
self-absorbed by introspection
soul-searching deliberation
mind-boggling flagellation
infatuated consternation
meandering to destination
pen on page sweet release
quill and scroll inner peace
truth is found in fantasy
reality masked by comedy
my poetry has piercing pulse
lyric lines betray impulse
metered yes or maybe not
rules unlearned I have forgot
thoughts unfold by casting lots
garden grown forget-me-nots
ambiance has sacred spots
scripts unfurl Gordian knots
I held the key sheared the lock
broke chains turned back the clock
a Phoenix rose from desert sand
and burned the devil’s clutching hand
B-ody shall be replaced,
E-ternal life shall be given;
V-ision of the glorious abode
E-nds up seen in heaven.
R-emain firm in faith,
L-ove and hope too;
Y-our soul searching for peace shall be saved from blue.
A-llow your spirit to obey
N-othing but God's command;
G-ive thanks and praises,
E-xpecting the promised
L-and.
Q-uest for lasting peace,
U-sing your soul and heart;
I-ncluding your mind and body
T-o gain freedom that won't depart.
O-ctober fourteenth morn,
R-each the celestial bliss;
A-llow the fold to receive
S-oul searching for peace.
The narrow ledge
Led down from the ridge
Taking the steep side
Each step piloting
This descent into the heart song
Abiding deep within our longing spirit
Pivoting beams of sun flash
Through the soft flowing blanket of trees
Below to the far woodland floor
It's light cascading to stream
Between the real and imagined
Binding the present truth to Evermore
This searcher of beauty
This pathfinder of eternal love
Comes to rest from this journey
To find one's self deep within
Where the forest grows silent and lush
Where the soul finds peace
Holding to this enchanted secret
Encompassed in this timeless place
Deep within the well
Of something that always was
And has been the gap
Between the connection of our souls
And the ingredients of our map
Soul Searching
By: Tom Wright
12/01/2006
Sometimes when I’m feeling that things are amiss
And In thought I’m prone to question Lord, why?
Do you allow a disruption at Church such as this?
Then I’m forced to consider whether the problem is I!
I love the night.
It makes the things we can't see that much easier.
Finding our way to the light.
The stars are beautiful.
Appearing in perfect dark.
Perfectly placed.
Such a calming sight.
To escape in a dream.
Proof that the most beautiful things reveal themselves
at the right time.
Shoving their light in the dark.
Shuffling all the reasons I love the night.
It's comforting.
Losing track of time.
Savoring every moment gazing at the stars.
The weight of the entire world replaced
with a shower of stars.
The dark, miles & miles long.
I run in thought.
Soft pats of feet through the shoving and shuffling of bright.
The advantage of seamlessly coming out of nowhere.
To look up.
Gone too soon.
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